Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Vanuatu and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Flipper to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brand Nubian,
Quantec,
The Trojans,
The Techniques,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Move,
Rekid,
X-102,
Lou Christie,
The Fire Engines,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Cale,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nico,
The Alarm Clocks,
Second Layer,
a-ha,
Mission of Burma,
Mad Mike,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Human League,
Fatback Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Knickerbockers,
Kerri Chandler,
Quando Quango,
Matthew Bourne,
cv313,
Joyce Sims,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Toasters,
Royal Trux,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
One Last Wish,
Slave,
Average White Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
DNA,
The Modern Lovers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Niagra,
Dual Sessions,
The Gories,
Stetsasonic,
Altered Images,
Harpers Bizarre,
World's Most,
Desert Stars,
Basic Channel,
Kas Product,
Parry Music,
Aaron Thompson,
Dead Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
JFA,
Faraquet,
Glambeats Corp.,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.